Evening In Prison
evening...falls early in prison
in vain..even if you were a dragon
neither youre expertise in struggling
or your having a brave heart like a double edged fork
help
evening filling in you delicately and slowly
sorrounds you and takes you to many longings
evening falls early in prison
fall the iron gate bolt bars of seven
on the seven closing gates suddenly
then the garden outside starts to weep
at the opposite side over there under the wall
there are three stemmed night flowers
and three roted wild violets
the cloud in the sky
on the branch of a tree the apricot
are terribly in love with the same beloved
to be in prison
then begins to put worries on you
how boring is the darkness
someone on the bare cold stones sings the song
THE CURD'S BRIDE
and me..I am taking a stroll under my berth
and I am fancying impossible things to accomplish
absurd..novice and childish
I wssh to be shot and lost
in a fight nakedly
but this fight must be mannishly
be honest in friendship and in being an enemy
but neither happens so
you hear that sound
the bayonets are fixed on the muzzles of the rifles
the night patrolling of the gendarme begins
day by day..on and on
the evening falls earlier in prison
Ahmet ARIF
translation Metin SAHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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